activa-t Chapter 240 Death of the Avenger
Chapter 240 Death of the Avenger
After Lieutenant General Carl's words, Dr. Peter was stunned for a while, and then laughed maniacally. He pointed at Lieutenant General Carl and said.
"A murderer who murdered the Pentagon, CIA, FBI, and leaders of the Republican and Democratic parties is talking about patriotism with me here."
"Why didn't I find you so hypocritical before, sir, your hypocrisy is disgusting, don't forget the conditions you promised me and what I gave you."
"That is both a gift and a prison. If you don't cooperate with me, I can kill you at any time."
After finishing speaking, Dr. Peter suddenly clenched his left hand and looked at Lieutenant General Carl with great interest, as if he wanted to see an expression that would please him.
But it's a pity that Lieutenant General Karl still had a calm expression on his face, just standing there and watching him silently.
Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Dr. Peter panicked for a moment. He quickly turned back from the sofa, took out a wand from the side cabinet, pointed the wand at the other party and said loudly.
"How is it possible, how can you get rid of that kind of imprisonment, and then even that Mr. Dumbledore, it is impossible to completely wash away the magic power in your body."
"Know that magic power exists in every drop of your blood. If you do that by force, you won't be able to stand here and talk to me now."
Facing the questioning, Lieutenant General Carl still had a calm expression on his face. He took out the last cigar from his boot, still did not use the cigar tongs, bit the tail of the cigar with his mouth and lit it on the flame.
After taking a deep breath of the cigar, this time he didn't exhale the smoke, but inhaled it completely into his lungs.
With an intoxicated face, he said calmly.
"Didn't I already tell you my purpose? Before the big show starts, I always have to make some stage arrangements, as me who delays time."
"Why do you need a long lifespan? That Mr. Dumbledore really has no choice but to keep me healthy after washing away the magic power in my body."
"But to maintain a few more hours of life, I think you can do this."
After speaking, Lieutenant General Carl took another puff of the cigarette, and after exhaling the smoke, he looked at Dr. Peter's panicked expression through the smoke, and said with a smile.
"To be honest, I am very grateful to you, Mr. Plank, if it is not for your willful behavior, if it is not for your greed and the greed of those under you."
"It is almost impossible for me to complete my own revenge. As for your previous question, I am certainly qualified to talk about patriotism. I have always loved this land and this country deeply."
"Everyone I have killed should have been hanged at the gates of the White House in accordance with the spirit of the Constitution and federal law. I have never killed an innocent person."
"Do you still remember how those people nicknamed me? The Reaper of the Powerful, I don't think it's appropriate. It should be called the country's surgeon. What I removed was the tumor of this country."
Speaking of this, Lieutenant General Carl paused, stared at Dr. Peter with his own eyes, and said after taking a deep breath.
"Now I'm going to treat the last tumor in this country, but I shouldn't be the one doing the surgery."
Speaking of which, Lieutenant General Carl took another deep breath of the cigar in his hand, savoring the aroma and excitement brought by his favorite Cuban Cohiba cigar.
Finally, under the gaze of Dr. Peter, he turned his head up and fell into the pile of flames. Soon the miraculous flame felt the arrival of new nourishment, and immediately entered a state of excitement. The flame immediately engulfed Lieutenant General Karl.
Perhaps because what was devoured was human flesh, the light from the flames was even more magnificent, and the orange light enveloped the entire basement, as well as the terrified face of Dr. Peter.
Just when Dr. Peter wanted to look forward, he suddenly felt that someone had entered the basement. He quickly returned to the position just now, pointed at a shadow with his wand and said loudly.
"Don't hide anymore, I've noticed your presence, get out of here quickly."
"There's no need to be so rude, sir. Logically speaking, shouldn't you have wanted to meet me?"
Accompanied by a clear male voice, a boy's figure came out from the shadows. He was wearing a long black trench coat, a black vest, dark gray breeches, and a pair of black high boots.
A silver ornament was hung on one side of the clothes, the long light golden hair was neatly combed behind the head, and the strange-colored pupils looked so gorgeous and treacherous against the orange firelight.
Looking at the panicked Dr. Peter, Augustus smiled and said.
"How should I call you? Who calls you Dr. Peter, or Dr. Plank, the chief biologist of Area 51 in the United States, or Mr. Heinrich."
While talking, Augustus slowly walked to the sofa beside him, then sat down indifferently, crossed his legs and looked at the person in front of him.
A strange middle-aged man who has both Russian roughness and American high-level intellectual elite is also the chief culprit who disappeared his brother and messed up the world.
Compared to Augustus who observed with great interest, Dr. Peter was completely at a loss at this time. He was the first time he saw the legendary Mr. Augustus.
Compared with his younger brother, this person in front of him gave him such a strong sense of oppression, but obviously in his younger brother's memory, this is just a prankster, extremely stubborn and disobedient.
But today, when I really saw him, I felt that the other party was just like his name, the most holy and supreme emperor of Augustus.
"You can talk a little bit." Augustus pointed to the basement, "If it wasn't for Papa Grindelwald, I might really not be able to find this place."
"When I woke up for the first time, I thought I was abandoned in a garbage dump. When I was about to check the surrounding situation, I was transported to another old house by an inexplicable force. "
"It's much more luxurious than here. It should be Papa Grindelwald's stronghold in New York before, and then I did what I like to do there. My young dream is to fight for justice."
"Professional crime-fighting in Queens, I think I was really like Spider-Man or Superman or something, don't you think?"
Seeing the young man in front of him talking about his past and the last question raised by the other party, Dr. Peter was speechless at this moment.
Looking at the silent Dr. Peter, Augustus sighed regretfully, and said in a regretful tone.
"It seems that you are not interested in my story, so let's talk about what you did to my brother and the price you should pay."